"Then yes," Raylan replied with a faint pull of his smile and a nod. "You stay right here, I gotta make a phone call. Gil Arroyo," he repeated, just so Malcolm didn't think that he'd forgotten or would overly mangle the name with unfamiliarity.

The walk to the outside office was a short one and Raylan had Tim looking Malcolm Bright up online as he pulled up the number for NYPD and punched it into his cellphone.

"Yeah, I'm looking for a Lieutenant Gil Arroyo?"